Lesley Dangerous Love Novels & Stories

"Maybe we know you very well." I rolled my eyes. "I don't want to see my best friend heartbroken by my brother." She said. I bit my lower lip without saying anything. "She loves you. Yes, she denies it, but I know her she is in love with you. But you..." She shook her head, sighing. "I know you, Daniel. You don't love her. You just use her like other girls. But she is different. You probably know it, too; we have grown up together. She is delicate and sensitive. Don't break her heart, please." She gave me a begging look.

I couldn't explain it to Marcus, but I felt a wave of relief knowing we didn't have to deal with Reid’s father. “Yeah,” Marcus said, sitting down on the couch opposite me. “Till then, do you think you can hold off on accepting Klaus's offer?” I nodded. “I guess I can manage that. Thanks, Marcus.” “Anything for you, Osborn.” He began filling me in on everything that had happened at the academy while I was away. We were mid-conversation when there was a knock on the door. Marcus stood immediately to answer it. “Marcus, we might have a problem,” a familiar voice said, now edged with anger. “There were a few minor complications during the mission, and now Leah…Leah’s in the hospital. I swear to

Ryan looked at him for a long moment. “Yes,” he said. “I understand it.” “Good,” Dave said. He left the study with Leo beside him and pulled the door closed and they stood in the east wing corridor for a moment, the two of them, the mansion quiet around them. “He loves you,” Leo said. Not a question. “Yes,” Dave said. “And you,” Leo said carefully. Dave looked at the corridor ahead of them. At the library door and the sitting room and the bedroom at the end and all the rooms of a house he had learned from the inside out over months of captivity and choice and everything between the two.

I was wasting my time and that when the time comes, you will never choose me; you will only do what your father wants and knowing your father disliked me, I knew I had no hope. Yet I could not bring myself to be with someone else. That one time was a mistake that I regret every day. If you noticed, I stopped drinking after that. I came to the Moon mansion to fight for you, to help you remember us, but instead, I met a wall, and you humiliated me beyond repair by shunning me and setting your wife to relate with me. You never uttered a kind word to me and were quick to humiliate me in her presence. You tried so hard to prove to her I meant nothing to you. You never checked on me for the few d

she said. Lisa looked at her mother pitifully. She knew why her dad hated her, but still felt bad for her mother. “Can you tell us why he hated you that much? Because Mr Israel is really handsome. He was my first crush,” Kelly laughed. Diana smiled faintly. “He is very handsome but also dangerous. You wouldn’t have the mind to like him if you knew him well.” “I love dangerous men,” Kelly pointed at herself proudly. “I’m chasing a mafia boss and nothing will change my mind.”

“He's a guy, they think with their dicks half the time!” She ran a hand through her hair, a tell-tale sign she was agitated and stood up pushing back from the table. “Fine, but I've warned you. Don't come crying to me if you fall in love and things go south.” She storms out, leaving me seated, a stunned silence settling in her wake. Love? The possibility of me ever falling in love was less than zero. I'd seen what it does to people, been a victim of its destructive power. I didn't intend to fall anywhere!

Nigel was dead, and Ruthie was locked up in prison. It turned out she was the one who set fire to the villa that day. Deep down, Ruthie knew that Nigel had no feelings for her. He only saw her as a tool, and she had always hated me deeply. So when she heard Nigel tell me he would send her away after she had the baby, her hatred reached its peak. She figured that only by killing me could she stay by Nigel's side and possess everything I had.

He pumped into her, his seed spilling deep inside her in a hot, pulsing gush. “What have we done?” she whispered, her voice barely audible, laced with a mixture of awe and horror and disbelief that she had just allowed her student to make love to her body. He lifted his head, kissing her forehead, then her lips. “What we were always meant to do,” he murmured possessively. *** As soon as Ms. Lesley shut her car door to get into the house, her phone pinged. She looked it up immediately. **I hope you got home safe, my shayla. Can't wait to see you tomorrow.**

Secretive in thought and emotion, Lycer mostly keeps his past and current struggles to himself, hiding behind a playful persona Lesa: She/Her: Full of love and always protected by the communities around her, Lesa isn't prepared for the betrayal to come to her. Nonetheless, she will persist for not only herself but also the child she carries; determined to give him the same upbringing full of love that she received

She puts on her coat and turns to leave, but before she walks away from the table, she looks at me, her eyes a dark blue venom and her hair a fire storm, and says: "You might be doing this because you think that this will give you the happy ending with Sebastian you've always wanted, but he only sees you as a shoulder to cry on, Leslie—he's just a man with too much money and mommy issues that he's channeling into you. I thought you'd be smart enough to realize this, but it will hit you soon enough. He doesn't love you. He loves the way you make him feel. And until you get that, you'll be nothing more than his whore."